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...David's portrait of Lavoisier and His Wife was instructive. He rendered this savant, the discoverer of oxygen, in heroic terms, though muted by domesticity; like Homer or Dante, Lavoisier is seen with symbolic appurtenances (the magnificent still life of scientific instruments does duty for the bardic wreath and scroll), presided over by his wife as Muse. Yet Lavoisier was guillotined in the Terror, and the painting was kept from exhibition for political reasons...
...summit, Nixon maintained the outward show of friendliness that Brezhnev established with his airport greeting. The President's first stop Friday was the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Moscow, where he placed a wreath of red, white and blue flowers. On the way back to the Kremlin talks, Nixon persuaded his Soviet security guards to allow him to get out of his car to greet the several hundred Muscovites standing behind the steel barricades near Red Square. The guards reluctantly let him out in front of the State Historical Museum, and he strode over to the barricades, touching...
...Hills, N.Y., playing in granny rags. He even has gone so far as to call King a "loudmouth," which is rather like Linda Lovelace calling Alice Cooper an exhibitionist. Riggs promises to "psych her out of her socks." Ah, he gloats, how about this: "I get the biggest funeral wreath you ever saw, and I wear black crape all over during the match and put a casket on the side of the court with a dummy in it. After she loses, I'll bury her once...
...spelled out in English and Hebrew on the memorial's floor, Brandt heard the cantor chant: "Let the Lord remember the souls of our brethren ... who were put to death, and who were killed and choked, and who were buried alive." As Brandt wordlessly moved to lay a wreath against the "Tomb of the Martyrs' Ashes," a look of anguish passed over his face. He stood for a moment in dramatic silence, his hands clasped in front...
...later!' Then there was acceptance. You get to the point when you can say of his life, and your life with him, 'Well, it was all rounded out.' " She stopped the car for a moment at the little walled cemetery where a wreath of Texas evergreens marked the grave of Lyndon Johnson and a circle of tourists stood in quiet respect. Craning to see the license plates of their cars in the parking area, she noted with pleasure, "California . . . Pennsylvania . . . Michigan." Then she drove on, humming a cheerful tune...